"Because when we get there, everything will change. I know we will still be us, yet while we’re in this car, on this trip, I feel like we are in a bubble where it's just you and me. When we get there, the bubble bursts, and we have to let everyone else in. I kind of like having you all to myself."
I squeeze her hand because I know exactly what she means.
"Well, I don't want this bubble to pop either, but we can get it back when we return to Chicago. Those lazy nights in front of the TV where I get to hold you for hours will be even better than this. You’ll see."
She sighs and forces a smile, "I know you're right."
We visit the Chapel, get some photos and even get to peek inside. She walks down the aisle to the front of the church, where a huge glass wall looks out over the Sedona red rocks. The view is breathtaking, but the thoughts filling my head are even more so.
Visions of her walking down the aisle to me, all dressed in white, fill my head, and suddenly, I want it more than anything.
But we just started dating, and her brother doesn't even know about us. If I proposed to her now, I'd send her running for the hills. But I can't deny that the thought of us getting married doesn’t scare me like the thoughts of marrying my ex did.
Maybe I always knew it was Rory, even if I don’t think I ever had a shot in hell with her.
We head to downtown Sedona and grab dinner at a place with outdoor seating and the most beautiful views of the mountains surrounding the city.
While we’re sitting side by side facing the mountains, watching the sunset behind us, she says, “I could sit here all day and just stare at the views."
Nodding, I agree with her. “I wish they had places like this back in Chicago."
"We have restaurants that overlook Lake Michigan and the Chicago River."
"True, but it's just not quite the same. The city is not as quiet, and it's a concert jungle instead of the nature feel here."
"Planning on leaving the city?" She bumps my shoulder.
"No, but it's good to get away every now and then and get back into nature,"
"I agree. Something about being here soothes the soul."
It's a bit of a drive back to our hotel after dinner, and while we talked earlier, I can tell thoughts are still running through her head.
"Come, take a shower with me," I say, tempting her.
Once under the warm water, I massage her shoulders, and she starts to relax and melt into me.
"Ooh, that feels so good."
"You’re stressing about all this with your brother. I can tell it's on your mind. You just let me handle it, okay? I promise I’ll talk to him and take care of this."
"But he's still my brother. And I can’t help feeling like this will blow up in our faces. I just know it."
"But he wants you to be happy. He always has, and always will."
"I know."
Turning her to face me, I grab the soap and start slowly washing her, beginning at her shoulders and slowly moving over her breasts and down her hips. Then I sink to my knees, washing her legs and feet.
I know one sure way to make her relax and plan to use it. Then I lift one of her legs over my shoulder and lean in to suck on her clit.
"West!" she gasps, reaching out to grip the shower wall.
I keep playing with her clit, then thrust my tongue into her and feast on her cream. She is already so wet, and if she was half as turned on today as I was, I know she needs a release, and I’m just the man to give it to her.
Relentlessly, I stroke her clit with my thumb as I lap at her pussy. Faster than I expected, she goes off like a rocket. Her legs start to shake, and I reach up and hold her steady as she soaks my face, moaning my name.
After her breathing quiets and she slumps against me, I hold her for a minute before I say, "Now let's wash up so I can take you to bed and make love to you all night."